This is a song about "Mati g"

On hip hop and grime my g,

A military mind mean money

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

But they can't do nothing to a g/

You see now that nigga lonely

We call each other homie g,

Fuck fame, fuck money

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

But apparently its talent g,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

But five years from now i bet she see

Trying to be a cool g